A Quick Trip From St Petersburg to Fulton, Texas A Rocks Revenge!

We left St Petersburg on New Year’s Day. The morning is a good day to travel as many people were still sleeping and so the traffic was light. The plan was to take six days to reach Rockport, Texas but as usual the plan quickly change.

Upon reaching Quincy, Florida the forecast had changed dramatically. Tornados and high winds with hail were forecast for the next day’s stop, (Gulfport, Ms), and we decided to stay another night, waiting for the passage of the storms.

The next morning, we woke to a dense fog and as the day progressed storm warnings and flooding were being reported. As the front reached us we stayed glued to the local weather channel. Three tornado's past us to the north. It’s quite unnerving and when you live in a fifth wheel trailer you are living in a place with no safe haven, (our standard plan is to evacuate to the truck and drive north or south depending on the storm paths).

The next day we left and drove past flooded ditches and streams, swollen from the heavy rains. Reaching Gulfport, Mississippi, we drove through mudpuddles before parking on a raised cement pad. Deciding we needed a nice meal we ate out, a rarity for us. The restaurant had a special, two meals for sixteen dollars and the meal was really tasty!

The following morning, we drove to Beaumont, Texas, about three hundred miles down the road. It’s always neat to cross Mobile Bay and see the Battleship Alabama, moored. We had toured the Alabama years ago, when we had just started our retirement.

The last day our plan was to take the Galveston ferry and thereby bypass Houston pulling the rig through the inevitable traffic jam. While it adds some time to the trip it was an easy journey until we had almost arrived at Rockport. Unfortunately, we passed a cement truck just as it hit a bump and dumped rocks on our truck. One rock smashed the window behind Renita!

Trying to get the truck drivers attention we lucked out as a police car saw the whole thing and stopped the truck. The driver had been oblivious to it all and well, cement truck drives can’t hear anything. Luckily no one was hurt but our dog was shaking as it was her window.

Stopping at a Walmart a very kind worker showed me the location for heavy duty plastic runners and we were able to patch and duct tape the window before continuing  on to our winter haven, (The reason we had pushed so hard was because of a massive cold front, forecast for the next day).

Now we are huddling in place and glad we don’t have to move for three months. Stuff happens when you travel, and even when you don’t. It’s the third window we have had shattered by rocks and none of them occurred when we were in Alaska. Go figure! Clear skies

In case you don't know we collect rocks, hence the revenge title!